This seven-piece funk band seems intent on frustrating record buyers and all those who might try to enter their name into search engines, but it appears that they want it this way. I'd heard about these guys via brainwashed.com about a year ago, but wasn't ever able to track down their CD via any means until stumbling across it (filed under "Chik Chik Chik" -- check your local record stores, I guess) last week. Anyhow, I'm certainly glad I was able to track it down. These songs run the gamut from abrasive Talking-Heads-esque punk/funk (complete with horns and occasional guitar-effects overload, best heard on the end of the frenetic ass-shaker "Koo-Koo-Ka-Fuk-U") to psychedelic drum-machine-driven space-outs (the laid-back and very Meat-Beat-Manifesto-esque "There's No Fucking Rules, Dude"), with a bit of everything thrown in for good measure. While this may sound like a strange clash of styles, it all manages to cohere. Smooth. Check it out.

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